Dead Blog Floating (Part 5874)

I wish I was a Star flying on Air Batucada through sorrows and delights made of candies"So Glamour" me dit la fille aux cheveux stroboscopiques"c’est trop beau ton topic"Sans rire baby, don't try to finger my triggerdon't even try to cope with my fucking selfc’est pas que je suis maudit but I’m just up to no good right nowunless you want to end up listening to sad chinese pop from the fiftiesBuvant tes larmes après le saké offert par la maison"never listen to my inner sound baby"

I wish I was a gate made of gold leading underground junkiesto the deep end of the nirvanabut I lost my last pair of nike wings when she left two years agothat was the time when I also lost my flow in Cubaplay the music loud deejay and play it fast got no time to loose on the setchampagne and caviar wishes all around the cypher is evolvingfrom babies lost in translation to hardcore angels crying for mercyjusqu'au jour où ils diront "Sept Sept Sept" sans faire de bulles111 + 666 c'est quand même ridicule l'emphase sur ces soirées cosy